Considering the amount of animal related posts in the last couple of weeks, I am surprised that I still have visitors stopping by. Pleasantly surprised, of course! I'm going to refrain from talking about the bunnies today, but never fear! Your rabbit dialogue will continue as normal tomorrow, and I'm sure you are simply riveted.

If you head on over to my mum's blog, you can check out her new car; a Mustang convertible! It's absolutely gorgeous, I'm still debating stealing it for the road trip I plan on doing.. eventually. Mum and I squished into the backseat (my knees are still in pain, PAIN!) last night, Kirby hopped into the front seat and Dad drove us into the city ready to see John Mayer, who was fan-bloody-tastic! Even when he's just grooving with his band and not singing, the music is amazing. And he had a sax and trumpet player! I love jazz. As for that voice, wow. I think I need to be Mayer-ised more often.

The only bad thing about the concert was that it was all seating, as I would have loved to be standing up and dancing. Seat dancing only goes so far. That's the pain in the arse with artists coming to Australia; we don't have small town gigs, we get huge Entertainment Centre style gigs with thousands of people and no real intimacy. (And we all know I wanted intimacy with Mayer, yep.)

Favourites were definitely I Don't Trust Myself (With Loving You) and Vultures. Excuse me while I swoon. Clarity was also fantastic, as was Why Georgia. (I've decided that if I ever have a little girl, Georgia is going to be a name I'll consider.) John and I didn't get our rendezvous afterwards, but we did have a connection during the show; we drank from our beverages a the same time, and when I suggested songs to play next, he followed through. We've still got it.

(Oh, and I wore my "Star Light, Star Bright" Threadless tee to the concert and glowed in the dark. Nothing like having a glowing bosom.)

So while the Evanescence concert had the scary goth dressers out in full force, the Mayer concert brought out the skanks in hordes! I saw so many er, unusually dressed females that I grew accustomed to it by the end of the night. Of course being the dork that I am, I decided to create a song in the spirit of the evening. I dedicate this one to the support act, Ben Kweller, who liked to rhyme. Alot.

One skank, two skanks, three skanks, four.Oh look, there are even more.See them sitting on the floor,What a bunch of dirty whores!

On the way home, I was begging for Dad to put the car top down. I mean, who drives a convertible with the top left up? Pshaw. My suggestion was declined, and I may or may not have sulked on the journey home. We had to stop in to get money out at a service station on the way home, and they decided to humour me by putting the top down for the last ten minutes of the journey home.

Well. The phrase "freezing my tits off" is the most appropriate one I can muster up. It was so cold that my teeth were actually chattering, Mum and I were in hysterics until our stomachs hurt looking at each other's hair being tossed about in the wind. As great as convertibles are, I don't recommend actually taking four people in one. The squish factor is considerable, I'm not sure my knees will ever forgive me.

Just to complete this random blog entry, I recieved a lovely compliment through email the other day, and must share it;

"I came across your blog on the internet and I have to say, you have reallypretty feet and an awesome sense of fashion when it comes to shoes."

awww...I really wish I had've seen Mr Mayer with you guys...cos my friend that I went with....she kept complaining about his off-on-a-tangent guitar solos. (she was being all "I came here to hear him sing, not play guitar. Hurry up and sing!" clearly she knows nothing of Mr Mayer and has no appreciation for his amazing guitar skills...) and boo for seated concerts...

ANYWAYS. I'll come on a road trip with you in your mums convertible! I'm little so I can prolly fit in the back without being squished ;)

I think convertibles are fun, but it sucks to be in the back! There's the hair issue, and then the crazy wind in your face factor. You can't hear what anyone is saying, so you have to just nod your head and pretend. I'm more of an open sunroof kind of gal, personally. Glad you had fun!

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Breathe Gently

I'm Aly - a SAHM from Sydney, Australia. I married my best friend in 2011 & we live together with our crazy cats and golden retriever. After battling through infertility, PCOS and IVF, our miracle daughter was born in March 2013. After 3 miscarriages, 3 freeze all stim cycles & 8 FETs, we finally welcomed our rainbow baby daughter in September 2016. Being lucky enough to raise two beautiful girls means that life is pretty darned spectacular.